9 comments/ 47669 views/ 34 favorites Craving Cole By: inkquisitive "Hi honey, how was work?" Lacey hears Aunt Kim call down the hall. Kim's in her room, so Uncle Don must be home. That means that her true torture is about to begin. Lacey hated Texas. She hated how friendly everyone was and how there was never anything to do or anyplace to go. Yet every year her parents shipped her off for two weeks of "family time" with Uncle Don and Aunt Kim and their whole damn BROOD of children. The only one who was even bareable was Cole, Kim's kid from a previous "marriage". Lacy hated that too. The idea that anyone together more than three months was assumed to be getting married. She thought it was stupid. She didn't understand why people couldn't at least just have a quickie wedding if they loved each other that much and wanted the titles so bad. Whatever. She was eighteen now and when she moved out in the fall her parents could never force her to go through this again. More than anything, Lacey hated fishing. It was the one thing her impending freedom find't make easier to handle. Fishing was just...disgusting. And boring. And stupid. She just couldn't. No matter how hard she tried to like it, she couldn't, and she made that clear every year to her aunt and uncle. Yet every year, they loaded everyone up and headed off for three days, determined to convert her. Two hours later, all seven kids loaded up with three tents and two coolers, Lacey isn't feeling very "converted". In fact, she's feeling a little pissed that she has to sit in Cole's damn lap. She's not five and its not ok at her age to sit in her damn cousin's lap. Why are his parents ok with this?? She considers saying something, and then decides she'd rather stay quiet than have to hold a snot nosed, loud-ass, little brat. At least Cole won't get bodily fluids on her. That is the last thing she needs on this torture trip. "When we get in, put your hands on the roof. I won't be able to buckle us both in and I don't want you to bash that pretty head in. Ground's bumpy." Lacey shivers at how close to her ear those words came. She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she never even heard him on the gravel. Lacey nods her assent as she watches Cole climb all the way into the back of the short bus her aunt and uncle bought for these occassions. He settles down in between the coolers of food and bait and, even though she knows Don and Kim would send them back there anyway, she has to restrain herself from hitting him in the arm. Cole's arm slips around her waist and he spreads his legs a little as everyone else piles in. Lacey can't hslp but notice how hard all his muscles are against her back and thighs. "Hand's up, Lace" Cole's voice, this time his slow drawl is so close to her ear, she can feel his breathas it comes out on each word. Lscey's hands go up as the bus starts, but she soon feels foolish and drops them. Surely she'll see the ruts before they hit one? Cole's arm tightens around her waist just as they hit the first rut. His grip is tight enough so she doesn't slam down on his crotch, but not tight enough to keep Lacey from hitting her head with a hollow THUNK. Lacey inhales a sharp breath as Uncle Don calls back, "Ok back there? Can't be breakin yourself yet, I still gotta send you back" "Yeah, I'm fine," Lacey call up, humiliated. They already think she's a spoiled brat, she won't give them any more ammunition to use against her. "You're lying," Cole whispers into her ear, "How bad is it?" "I'm fine!" she whispers as quietly as she can. He tightens his grip on her waist and whispers, quieter still, "Liars get punished, Lace." She shivers. He's never talked to her like that...and the way he said it! Or was that just how quiet he was? It had to be, he's her cousin. "Are you gonna listen now? Because if you don't put your hands up now, you're gonna bang your head again," he says in a more normal whisper. Still confused, Lacey's hands go straight up to the roof. Almost immediately, they hit another rut and she instinctively pushes against the roof so that the bump causes her hips to roll in Cole's lap. She hears his quiet groan and wonders once again what he could have possibly meant by his whispered comment. Was it a threat? Or something more? Surely not, not for his cousin? And why did that come out a question? His whispered drawl cuts through her inner commentary, "Good girl." She can't remember the last time someone said that to her. It should be offensive, patronizing. It's not. She likes the endearment. It makes her feel soft inside, proud. She finds herself thinking of Cole, really remembering the way he looks when he stands. How tall and well built he is, how his dark blond hair is just a little longer than she likes, less "professional". She thinks of the way his muscles fill out his t-shirts without being too bulky. She realizes that she doesn't know the color of his eyes. She realizes that she really wants to know the color of his eyes. She wants to see them looking down at her when he calls her a good girl. She comes back with a start to the feel of one of Cole's big hands on either of her hips. She hadn't remembered how big his hands were. Or how strong. Her head falls back against his shoulder as she melts back into him. "Keep your hands up and stay quiet." Lacey stays still as Cole slips her skirt up in the back. She shivers again as his fingertips brush the skin of her thighs as he bares her ass, the front of her still covered. "Lean forward a little. Stay still. Keep your face still. If anyone looks back, they shouldn't notice anything." Lacey hurries to comply. She hears the sound of his zipper, but only because everything, sound, scent, touch, taste, everything, is suddenly sharper. She feels more than hears him pull his hard cock out of his underwear. She presses against the hood of the bus as they hit a rut and half his length is suddenly inside her. She struggles not to make a sound. "Can we listen to some music, Mom?" She could kiss her little cousin for asking. Silently she prays to a God she never believed in before this moment to please, please make her aunt turn some music on. Loud. She doesn't even care what kind for once. She nearly sobs when the music comes on and Cole sheathes himself completely inside her. She isn't sure if its the angle, the excitement of almost certainly being caught, or if he really is that big but she feels so full and he's in so deeply that it almost hurts and she has to fight, hard, not to cry out. Even a little. She waits and waits, but Cole never moves. Finally, she decides to move on her own, only to discover that Cole's hands have become like a vise, holding her down so she can't move. Not even an inch. "Please Cole!" Lacey whispers, desperate with the feeling of him pulsing inside her. "I told you, liars get punished, Lace. You can get up when we get there." At the sound of his deep voice so strained with lust, she feels wetness run down and dampen her thighs all around him. She whimpers softly,unable to control this one small show of disappointment. Lacey slowly begins to relax on Cole, lulled by the vibrations of the moving bus. She's soaked but boneless, unable to do anything but enjoy the feel of him embedded but unmoving. Lacey falls into a nearly trance-like state of need and pleasure. Cole's hands move to rest lightly on either of Lacey's hips again. His voice slips into her trance and reminds her to keep her hands up. Somewhere distantly she hears but the words don't seem to make sense through her haze. ThunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkTHUNK!The bus hits a dirt track riddled with rain-made speedbumps. One after another they come and Lacey is shocked completely out of her haze as the movement of the bus causes Cole to slam rapidly in and out of her. She struggles to keep her hands up to avoid flying out of his lap and her mouth shut so nobody guesses that he's fucking her harder than she's ever been fucked in her life. The combined sensations of trying not to get caught, tryig not to scream and all the sensation after the long, long wait has Lacey dancing on the edge of coming when the bus hits level ground again. Inside, Lacey sobs as Cole stills completely. Cole rubs his hands up Lacey's exposed sides. "How badly do you want me to move?" Lacey is beyond pride, only the level of Cole's whisper reminds her to stay quiet. "P-please Cole, so much! Please, I'm so close!" Lacey's face turns a soft pink. She's never had to ask a guy for an orgasm before. She's never wanted it so badly, but she can still feel Cole pulse and she knows she's never been that tight. "How does it feel to be begging your cousin for an orgasm with half your family in the car?" She blushes as his words connect in her mind and she remembers where she is. She also gets wetter and feels herself spasm around him. She needs this orgasm. She can barely breathe. "It feels so good Cole, better than anything I've ever felt before," here she lets out a second tiny sob as he rewards her with an almost imperceptable thrust. She continues, spurred on by the proof that he likes what he hears. "Please Cole, please make me come, I'm so close and you feel so good!" His low groan rolls in her ears as he slowly rolls his hips, not enough to get her off, but all he can do without anyone noticing. It's incredible. Lacey didn't know she could get this close without coming. She knows it will be the best one she's ever had and she knows she can't let anyone else know. She schools her features as best she can. Cole begins to slip his hand from under her so that her skirt still covers her knees and it looks like his hand is on the seat...if nobody looks closely. He reaches her clit just as the bus stops. "Ten seconds, Lace," he whispers. She holds her breath and tries desperately to come before their turn to climb out. Tears fill her eyes as she realizes that, as close as she is, she won't make it. "Five, four, three, two, one. Get up Lacey." She does. As much as she wants to stay, she can't and she knows it. She lifts up as the little kids get out so he can put his cock away without being seen. Then she stands and quickly adjusts her skirt as she gets out. "The next time you lie to me, I'm gonna drag your ass out into the woods and turn it red where no one can hear you scream. You'll walk funny for days." Craving Cole Ch. 02 'The next time you lie to me...' Cole shakes his head hard and slams his foot into the stake he's putting down. He can't stop replaying what happened in the car and if he doesn't get his tent up soon, he's gonna go crazy. If it wasn't for the sweet, musky scent of Lacey's pussy on his finger, he'd think he fell asleep and dreamed it. 'I'm gonna drag your ass out into the woods and turn it red where no one can hear you scream.' What the fuck even possessed him to say something like that? He's never hit a woman in his life! W well, not more than a couple light swats with a girl last summer. Its not usually his thing, he's never really been into it, but the thought of really doing it, smacking Lacey's tight little ass till it turns pink and then red... Fuck! He has to stop this. He's gonna start leaking precum soon and he didn't think to wear decent jeans, just those thin ones he wears when its too hot for anything else. If he starts leaking, he'll have to jump in the lake and he doesn't want to have to watch his sisters while they follow right now. He's too distracted. 'Focus, Cole,' he thinks to himself. Shik. That's the last stake, all he has to do is toss his sleeping bag into his tent and he's free. He looks over at his sisters to see if they need any help. He does not want to go over there, but he definitely doesn't want his mom to ream him out over dinner, either. That would be great, huh? Just finished fucking this really hot girl and she gets to watch your mom chew you out over not being a good big brother when, hey, the girl just happens to be your cousin! Sounds like the best way to get back between Lacey's knees. He's gonna die like this. He's certain. In about two seconds, his cock is just going to explode all on its own. As his inner dialogue ends, Cole sees Lacey pushing the rods through the littlest tent. She's smiling at Rachel and it makes something inside him feel soft. Its been so long since he's seen Lacey smile like that. Not since they were kids. He remembers what it was like when Lacey lived up the street. In his mind, he can see her when she was just seven with dirt on her nose. The way she used to beam at him when they played. She always insisted that she was as tough as he was and would try to tackle him down. He remembers how she would always fight dirty, biting and scratching just to gain the upper hand. He remembers how she would always hide the bite marks he left when he'd fight back even when it meant wearing long sleeves in the summer. The last time they did that was the summer before he turned thirteen. Looking back it seems most of their best memories happened in the summer, but that summer sucked. He hated that summer because that was the summer her dad found a better job in another state and they took away his best cousin. Seems like a stupid title but she really was. She was his best friend, the most fun person he knew. When she came back the next summer, she was different. The loud, confident, slightly whiny girl he knew was gone. She was more quiet, more closed off. When he went to hang out with his friends, his parents had to make him take her with him. Far cry from the girl who'd run down the street chasing his bike, begging to come so she didn't have to stay home. When she went, she'd curl up on the porch of whoever's house he'd gone to and read. She did that for years, then when she turned sixteen, she changed again. He remembers how badly he wanted to nut-punch his jackass friend at the lake. Turns out quiet little Lacey was quite the flirt. And owned several bikinis. The first time she took her shirt off and dove into the water, he thought his best friend's jaw was gonna come right off. She was just a kid! Of course, to be fair, that's not exactly what he thought of other sixteen year old girls at the time but that's not the point. Cole chuckles ruefully to himself as he tears his eyes from Lacey and the girls and grabs his pole and tackle box. "I wanna go fishin!" Little Katy's voice is so loud and high it rips right through Cole's next thought. It also makes him realize he wasn't wearing a condom in the car. He stops in his tracks, halfway to the dock and a cold sweat runs down his spine. He always wears a condom. Always has, he doesn't trust any girl. He knows lots of friends who 'pulled out' and got a girl knocked up. If he got Lacey pregnant... Cole shivers. He's fucked and he knows it. As much as he leaks when he's horny like that, he might as well have cum full out in her. His parents are going to kill him. With that boner-killing thought, Cole continues walking toward the dock. He needs the monotony of fishing to quell his growing fear. As he sends out his first cast, he feels the tension drain away. He loves the sound and feel of a really good cast and this was a particularly stellar one. That swish, whirr, ploomp sound always makes him feel calm. He wonders if that's what Lacey feels like when her dad trades for her to get a massage every year on her birthday? She says its like the whole world just drains away and everything becomes so much clearer and easier to deal with. Like she's doing her best thinking, but without ever actually having a thought. 'Maybe she's on the pill,' he thinks. He knows that's never stopped him from insisting on doubling up, but maybe this one time it'll be ok. Besides, that was a one time thing. She seemed to like it, but she is his cousin. Now, after having time to think outside of the moment, he's sure she'll never want to do it again. He knows she won't tell. She might kill him, but she won't tell their families. Not only does she have too much pride, but she's always covered for him. Even after she changed. He bets she won't lie to him again, though. He chuckles to himself a little at that and within a few moments, he gets his first nibble. Its a light one but that doesn't always mean anything. He reels in his line a little in jerky spurts. Fish always fall for that. Just as the fish starts seriously nibbling, his sisters start tramping and yelling their way up the dock and it scares off the fish. His shoulders scrunch up and he thinks about yelling at them, but they don't mean it and he knows it. Besides, it would just piss off his mom and Don. "Shh, everyone take soft steps. We're gonna scare off the fish." At Lacey's whispered reminder to the girls, Cole starts reeling in his line. There's no point in trying to stay there. He knows how the girls are. From further down the dock, Cole casts again. Its much quieter here. Between the water and the woods, he almost can't hear his sisters yammering away. He finds himself looking back at the sight they make. Lacey is passing out poles and setting each girl in their spot. He knows how much she hates fishing, they all do, but she never truly seems to mind watching the girls as long as they bait their own hooks. She doesn't get why Mom and Don make her go fishing and camping, but he sure as hell does. She's a free babysitter. They get to fuck like rabbits all week while Lacey watches all the girls. He knows he should help her, but the truth is that he doesn't want to. When Lacey comes out, he gets a break, too. Its nice knowing that he can just fish for a couple hours while she takes care of all the yelling, screaming, pouting fights his sisters get into. Normally babysitting is his job. Its nice to see it off to someone else. He takes a deep breath and sighs contentedly. It feels good to fish again. For the next he-doesn't-know-how-long, he loses himself to the feeling of the pole in his hands, the whirr and click of cast and reel, the nibbling of fish. He catches a few, but they're small and its early so he lets them go back to the lake. All of a sudden, he feels a little tug on his shorts. He looks down to see little Kelly. "Becky tangled up my line and Lacey won't fix it!" the little girl whines. He knows damn well by the tone in her voice that's not exactly what happened, but he's already lost the fish he was baiting so he reels in and walks over to where Lacey is now reffereeing four of his seven sisters in a fight over who tangled who's line. He stands for a second and listens. He begins to realize the problem. "Rebecca Marie, you know you can't stand in Kelly's spot, even if she does have more nibbles." "My momma said I could stand anywhere I wanted to," Becky replies with all the attitude she can muster in her five year-old body. "That's a damn lie and you know it, Becky," Cole says calmly. "No its not! I heard her!" Katy says in Becky's defense. "Now you're both lying and I know it. Y'all both know better than to lie to your family. You'll be lucky if I don't tell mom you both said it." At this, all hell breaks loose with Bethany offering to tell herself, real glee in her voice and the two girls insisting its true and begging him not to tell in turns. Kelly just sits down and starts to cry about her line being tangled and Breanna yelling at them all to "shut up, you're scarin off all the fish!" "Stop it, stop it! Right now, all of you. Stop!" Lacey's voice finally makes it through the din and the girls slowly become quiet. "Bethany, you will do no such thing. Becky, Katy, you will not lie to me again, I don't care what context your mother said it in. Standing together just does not work and if you do it again, I swear to God, I will pack every last one of you up and you will be done fishing for the day. Now keep it quiet and go back to fishing unless you are directly in this tangle, am I clear?" Cole is impressed. Not because of what she said, but because they actually seem to listen to it. "I don't care who did what or why, I want you to both sit down by the coolers and stay there until I finish untying this knot." The girls walk over and all of a sudden, its just him and Lacey. Alone but still clearly visible. "Can you help me untie this?" She looks up at him from her spot on the boards of the dock. "I think you got this. You've done it before. Besides, its really a one person job." He just wants to go back to fishing. He's in danger of popping wood, right there. "No, Cole," she looks up at him through thick lashes, her eyes filled with lust. "You don't understand... I forgot how." Cole almost drops his fishing pole as his cock fills with blood so fast he feels light-headed. She lied to him. She lied to him on. Fucking. Purpose. "Excuse me?" He's glad his voice came out mostly normal. It's all he can do not to pin her down now and rip her skirt off. "I said," She starts slowly, her voice soft and a little huskier than normal, "I don't remember how to untie these knots, Cole." He looks around them. All the girls are either fishing or playing hand games, so he reaches down and wraps his fingers in her hair, ripping her head back. "Liars get punished,Lacey. You know that." His throat is so thick he can barely swallow. His cock is throbbing in his shorts. "I know."